Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“One day,” I get out. I do want kids. I’ve always dreamed of having a real family of my own. One that would know how much I loved them.
“Sorry.” She doesn't look sorry because she’s still rocking that smile. “I have this feeling you’re the one for him. A mother knows these things.”
“To be honest, Alice, I’m not sure what Bear and I are.”
“You gave him a nickname and now you’re at his parents’ for dinner.” She has a point there.
“He might get in trouble for dating me.” I drop my eyes down to my tea. I don’t want to think about that.
The last thing I would want would be for him to lose everything he’s worked for. Plus, I’d also worked hard to get into this college all on my own. I don’t want anyone thinking any differently. I shouldn't care what people think but with the power my last name carries, people always assume everything has been handed to me.
“That won’t stop my Theo. When he gets his mind set on something, it’s game over.”
“You think his mind is set on me?”
“I really hope so. A sweet girl like you as a daughter-in-law sounds wonderful to me.” Again that wave of emotion hits me. I’m not only falling for Bear, I'm falling for his family too.
15
Theodore
I call Willow’s phone again, getting no answer. This is the second week in a row we’ve had an away game. Last week’s was not far, and Willow and Zoey drove to make it to the game. The whole fucking time I worried. I didn't want her driving that late at night after the game was over. It was a four-hour drive.
This week we had to take a flight. We flew out today and will fly back after the game tomorrow. It is only one night away really, but I am still edgy. For the past two weeks Willow has been in my bed every night, and that’s the way I hope to keep it.
Her little ass better be in my bed tonight. I gave her a key and told her to sleep at my place tonight and to be there when I get home late tomorrow night. She rolled her eyes at me. She has the same reaction every time I boss her around, but she still does it. I reach down adjusting my cock, which is now hard.
I toss my phone down on the bed, wanting Willow to be here. Back home she’s turned my bed into her own. She would do everything from bed if you let her.
She is always spread out in it with her laptop and books everywhere, along with snacks and everything else. She usually has reality TV blaring from the television I installed in my room after she complained there wasn't one.
I don’t watch a lot of TV, so there was no reason to have one. Now I have a reason. I want her happy and in my bed. Ten hours after her comment, there was a TV in my bedroom for her. A bedroom that’s slowly changing into hers.
A knock sounds at my hotel door. I look down to make sure my hard-on is hidden, and I walk over and open it without looking. Willow throws herself at me. I catch her, pulling her into my body as the door falls closed behind her.
Seeing her here hits me hard in the chest with a wave of emotions I can’t wrap my head around. It’s both scary as fuck and the best feeling in the world.
“I missed my grumpy bear.” She kisses me all over my face. Fuck. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with this girl. Her easy smiles and sweetness have me wrapped around her finger.
What else could it be? I guess love can make you do crazy things. Everything I always thought I wanted has been tossed to the side, the want I have for her trumping it all.
“I don’t think I can sleep without you. I didn't want to test it, so here I am.” She beams at me. She really is a breath of fresh air. The smile drops from her lips. “Why the look?” She wiggles in my hold, and I know she wants down. “You got some bitch in here or something?”
I think she’s teasing, but there’s a flash of something in her eyes before she masks it quickly. She slips behind one of the many walls she keeps up around her.
I didn’t see them at first until I started to try to get closer to her. I don’t think she realizes how quickly she puts them up. I’ve been trying to take them down little by little.
She puts them up because of her shitty parents. I’ve pieced together that Willow thinks she’s not easy to love. Or that she’s not good enough. That bullshit lies squarely on her parents—the people who are supposed to love her unconditionally. She can barely get a scrap of their attention. They think throwing money at something is all they have to do.